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A/N: None, really.
Disclaimer: I don't own Heroes.
Warnings: Incest. Evil!Peter/Not-so-evil!Sylar. Very short. Spoilers for around 306.
Pretty When You Cry
"You want to be forgiven, don't you?" Peter asked softly as Sylar shifted uncomfortably under his gaze. "Think of all the horrible things you've done, all the people you've killed. The lives you've ripped apart. What would our mother say now?"
He gently started to stroke Sylar's cheek with his thumb, voice turning into something harsh.
"What would your mother say?"
Sylar let out a strangled noise in the back of his throat that sounded almost like a sob and it took all of Peter's self-control not to just take him then and there.
"I'm the only one who can forgive you, and you want to be forgiven, don't you?" he asked, trying to put as much sincerity into his voice as possible. "Don't you, Gabriel?"
Sylar shuddered at the sound of 'Gabriel' and closed his eyes, tears slowly starting to make their way down his face. Peter grinned and licked his lips as his hand became coated with them.
"Yes," Sylar whispered and Peter quickly had to change the dark look of lust on his face to one of concern as Sylar opened his eyes. "Yes, forgive me. Please. Please forgive me, I need you to. Please."
Peter smiled at just how much he had broken Sylar and took a step back, unbuckling his belt.
"Then get on your knees."